Holy crap, how have I lived 4 minutes away from this place for years and years and never been in before this weekend? It has everything a graduate student needs to survive! Booze! Cured meat! Cheese! Cigars! BOOZE! It was like a grad student candy store, full of lots of tiny little bottles of flavored alcohol right where the 5 cent peppermints would be in a non-booze filled candy store.
I don't know how it's possible to be a booze wholesaler and simultaneously be as clean and wholesome as this friar tuck's was (The new hampshire state liquor stores have a similar wholesomeness but pack a more clinical, sterile, revenue-generating punch), but bully for them.